"What would the Avari speak?"

"Something with common roots. Maybe Dad could specify it well enough that Nelyo could still look."

"Wouldn't surprise me. I'm almost disappointed that I didn't get to see him discover how many languages there are in the world today."

"It was the first time I'd seen him look alive."

"There probably aren't any left he's not fluent in by this point, given that it's been seven hundred years."

"Well, there wasn't really a good way to learn most of them when we were staying in Canada and before the locals were out of the Iron Age. He knows lots of dead local ones."

"I bet there's historical societies and Native American groups who'd love him for that."

"Might be mad we didn't do something. Not that we knew anything about mortal diseases."

"True. You also look, uh, extremely white. For some reason. Why do you look like a human ethnicity, Irisse didn't look super white..."

"The local population in Canada looked as pale as we do."

"That is pretty far north. ...I don't think Inuit come in blond or redhead, though, I guess I could be wrong."

"My hair's supposed to be black like the rest of the family, I just told it to be Vanya because I thought it was funny."

"What, really?"

"Yeah! Did you never think it was genetically implausible?"

"Blond's recessive!"

"Noldor are all black hair, as a rule, with Mahtan's line as the red-haired exceptions."

"It is super weird trying to imagine you with black hair."

"I changed it when I was a kid. Like this much better."

"Me too."

"I can't believe it never came up."

"Well, I'm glad it did before we had kids and I was left holding a black-haired baby and going, 'um'!"

"Mixing up fathers is not a thing Elves even have social customs and jokes around, can't happen. But yes, better not to be surprised with what our beautiful baby will look like."

"Yes, I don't imagine any of the considerable confusion I'd be feeling in this scenario would be doubt over the child's paternity."

"You two are having kids?"

"Well, not yet. But eventually."